This is a song about "Left"

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Im being pulled left and right

That's why i never claimed i was the best

I'm still confused about why you left

Promises that had us left assured

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Life has put her to the test

'till there's nothin' left.

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

And i'm left for the corrections,

Cause we been off them slave ships

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

And i just want to hold her

I left for one summer,